*~~Chapter Eighty-Two~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I don’t think you could ask me to explain my situation and it wouldn’t come out sounding like the worst comedic movie. I truly am life’s best joke. Logan held me against the mattress, and I kept staring at everything but him. Because.... what the fuck did I do wrong this time? I’ve been alright. I’ve been sick, dealing with an attack on my life and car. Is he going to kill me?

Is he actually going to kill me? I’d like to tell my parents one last thing. Fuck the two of you.

“Quit looking so shocked. I’m not going to attack you. I wanted to ask you a question.” he got up, leaving me on the bed as he loosened the towel wrapped around his waist, and started tugging on his boxers. I covered my eyes. I can’t trust them not to wander.

“Would you like to have dinner out with me today?”

I peeked over my hands, trying to decide if he was being genuine or if I was imagining things. I’m sure I’m delusional so I wouldn’t put it past myself to have shitty dreams and hopeful th